Can you believe he dared to call me dirty when you look at this photo? Just an example of the filth he was willing to live in and the amount of work he placed me in charge of. He wouldn’t touch it, he knew he had left it for far too long but it was my fault. I hadn’t cleaned it soon enough. The caked on dirt was massively unhygienic and greatly affected my Asthma. He didn’t care. He rarely used this bathroom. He never provided the cleaning products, it was up to me to do this, to keep the home immaculate. If it wasn’t then I was a “disgusting pig” who couldn’t give a damn about living a “clean” life.